There was a loud zap from the chronivac and all of a sudden Tyler faded into darkness and lost all feeling. He slowly drifted into unconscious.
The first thing Tyler noticed was the god awful taste. It was vile! Like salty, rancid sweat. It was honestly just horrible and he couldn't clear the taste from his mouth. Actually, he couldn't even move he realized. He slowly regained eyesight and saw that he was on the floor of Zach's room, looking up. However, something was terribly wrong. The room was huge! From his perspective, Tyler must be incredibly small, or the room had grown larger! And why couldn't he move!?! He began to panic, trying and straining desperately to move even a single muscle. It didn't work. The taste never went away either. If anything, it got stronger and stronger. That was when the smell began to become obvious. It wasn't just a horrible taste, it was a terrible musky smell, too. Like old cheese and armpits and sweat! If Tyler could, he would be gagging. The smell permeated everything and it was all he could smell. Oh my god, is that smell coming from me? What the fuck had the chronivac done? What am I? Panicked thoughts raced through his mind.
That was when Zach walked in the room and peered down at Tyler's small, imobile body. "Oh cool, here's my lucky sock!", Zach exclaimed. Zach looked like a giant as he bent over and reached down. "Oh god no, a sock?!" Tyler screamed in his mind as he realized what had happened. He had been reduced, permanently, into a dirty sweaty old sock. The taste and smell was from Zach's nasty grimy feet and his foot sweat. Oh god! Oh no!!!
Zach grabbed the sock and Tyler felt his body flying through the air and his owner lifted him. Tyler felt, with an even bigger wave of nausea, that his cotton body wasn't limp; he felt stiff and hard. Almost like. No... No no no!
Tyler realized what being a "lucky" sock meant. Not only was the salty taste and stench from nasty old foot sweat, but also from God knows however many loads his roommate had deposited into the dirty fabric. Oh god, was that what he said was smelling and tasting? Old crusty loads, on top of all the foot sweat? This is so disgusting! Tyler saw that Zach's cock was beginning to harden and become visible in his loose gym shorts. Zach grabbed his thick bulge and he looked at the sock and grinned.
Tyler could do nothing but scream as he prepared himself mentally for what was about to happen...